Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malta and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kevin Saunderson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Maleditus Sound,
F. McDonald,
Morten Harket,
Wolf Eyes,
The Count Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smoke,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Copeland,
Ludus,
Terry Callier,
Rufus Thomas,
John Foxx,
Procol Harum,
the Slits,
Kas Product,
Fela Kuti,
Quantec,
The Monks,
Flipper,
Faraquet,
Unrelated Segments,
Danielle Patucci,
Erasure,
The Last Poets,
Sällskapet,
James White and The Blacks,
Skaos,
X-Ray Spex,
Subhumans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doors,
Lungfish,
H. Thieme,
Gichy Dan,
Adolescents,
Babytalk,
Visage,
Hasil Adkins,
Faust,
The Techniques,
The Pop Group,
The Move,
This Heat,
K-Klass,
Gabor Szabo,
the Germs,
Funky Four + One,
Man Parrish,
Altered Images,
Jeff Mills,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harry Pussy,
Camouflage,
Davy DMX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Niagra,
Whodini,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.